Braxen cocked his head to the side as he listened to her, the voice mirroring her voice in the common tongue for him as it had since he met her, he wished he could look at the voice questioningly since apparently it had told him to tell her he was god sent, yet he couldn't personally believe that, his true father the voice, he was most certain it was anything but something holy like a god. But there was little he could do to argue with the voice, he couldn't understand this frail creature in his arms, and it always seemed to know his every thoguht, so though he had escaped physical enslavement, was he truly free...
This was a question for another time he decided as he began to march in the direction she had pointed, in the mean time he thought as he often did, directly to the voice, expressing his desire to at least introduce himself to this lady he held, even if she had smeared him with mud, it wasn't even close to the worse he had endured in his life, and slowly it recited the words to him and then he spoke them, haphasardly but sincerely as well, "My...name...is...Braxen, I...Will...Protect...you...from all...threats."
Of course he had to blindly accept what he was saying to be what he wished to convey, but trust was a commodity that Braxen knew very little to nothing of, his childhood, and mother, were long ago and even that had ended in betrayal, and this whispering being in his head, that which had saved him and made him an outcast to begin with was all he had, needless to say he was a mess of a human being.
He walked without showing signs of tiring even while holding her close to his chest, they had been heading in the direction she had motioned for quite sometime and now it was deep twilight. At this point the voice and he agreed they had to stop for safety sake. Soon he was taking them into a small outcropping of trees which sheltered a shallow cave, the voice once more spoke to him in her tongue, and he parroted it, "Darkness...Approaches, You...Shall...Rest... I...Will wait till...the sun...returns."
After finding a dry spot in the cave he sat her down, and in a few short moments had a fire roaring at the entrance of the cave, using the skills he had learned since escaping to the fullest. Once the fire was set, and plenty of dry/semi dry wood was collected he returned to her, bending down at her feet, "May...I Treat...You?"